The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-07-16
STORIES OF BOYS.
ChAmlNrs' lonrnAl.

We were always town boys. Who bu; a town boy could have been the hero of such tale as thiss One of us, then only three or four years old, was on visit to the country; To him. many of the commonest ob- jects of country life were novel, 80 much So, that even horse quietly grazing in a roadside field, was ac- counted worthy of special attention, and was accordingly pointed out to the young townsman. "See, Arthur there's horse" The reply was as prompt as it was unexpected: That's not horse; it's a cow!" No, no; that one over there;" and the horse was pointed out again. Remon- strance, however, was vain, for the youngster still held to his theory 1t isn't horse," he declared with an air of conviction based on experience -" 1t isn't a horse. It's COW 1! Horses has cabs. to emp And no amount of argument could induce the young townsman to entertain the hare idea of q horse without cab.
 Al one time we had little sister, Her immediate predecessors had among his toys an india rubber doll that squeakod on being hammered in the stomach. One day the nltrse left the baby girl quietly sleeping in the cradle, with her youngest brother playing contentedly in the room. Be- fore long, the nurse was brought back by loud cries from the baby; and on hurrying to find q reason for this dis turhancc, soon discovered ii. Not understanding that there was any ma teriai difference between tiIc toii ant his baby sister, it had occurred to the young gentleman, who had probably heard the baby cry, that the cries were produced in the same manner in both instances. Fired with mistaken ambition to mako the "new dolly" cry for himself, he had promptly seized the opportunity afforded by the nurses absence, and was vigorously pounding his sisters stomach, ac- companying each thrust by the com mand, "'Queak, dolly vqucak P and delightedly increasing the power of his tattoo as the unfortunate baby's cries grew louder.
 Another brother, staying nt the time with his grandmother, was very restless one afternoon, and not content with admiring the view from the window himself, must needs draw his grandmother's attention again and again to passing objects. At last he espied policeman, and asked: "What'S he looking for, gam'ma?" Here wns an opening for well-mcritcd reprooi, and the reply was no doubt intended to crush the juvenile ques- tioner: "Oh, l should think he's looking for naughty little boysw But the watch at the window was re- sumed, and before long another police man came in sight, to be greeted by n delighted exclamation, that called forth from the grandmother the pointed inquiry: "Wcll, whats he looking for?" This time il was the youngsters turn, and it was with an air of steady conviction that he an- nounced "I should think he's look ing for naughty gam'mas |"
 The same young gentleman carly displayed marked partialty for the fair sex, and returning one evening from children's party, was heard to complain, in very injured tone "i wis little girls mammas wouldn't put SO many pins in 'em. just put my arm round orc of der nccks, and ! pricked myself ever so {"
 A youngster under four years old was going from home for awhile. His govcrness was to be left behind: and fcigming deep sorrow at his abandon ment of her, she asked what she was to do while he was away. "Oh, sit on messy tone and weep" was the quick and apt reply, worthy of n pro- verbal philosopher himself.